knock knock! (SIEGE)

So few of the Ebony wolves showed enthusiasm for this war of theirs. In contrast the ghostly warrior was animated, his pale purple eyes wide and glinting with an inner fire. His profuse pelt bristled, the pale hairs rippling restlessly. His oversized, ursine paws and long legs carried him faster than the combined Ebony and Abaven wolves, so he was forced to slow his pace to a crawl to keep with them. He gave Birna a look of strained patience, but finally, finally they were there... and then the boy paused to howl. Bjorn could have knocked the kid upside the head - he'd given up the element of surprise in favor of honor. He was putting more of his pack's lives at risk for his honor. Better to attack in silence and end it quickly than to draw it out like this. Ah, there. The boy was leaping over the border, and Bjorn drove in behind him, overtaking him quickly. Where the hell were they all?